Marking '100' With a Poetic Post

solitary angel, by sulamith wulfing

Seasons of Being

by: tess

static

still

awaiting

floating

seeking

existing

suspended

alone

Sleeping

sensing

stirring

communing

flowing

sharing

relating

igniting

forming

creating

becoming

Awakened

left

isolated

missing

mourning

wishing

remembering

reaching

wanting

hoping

Dreaming…

Please wake me

sleeping , by sulamith wulfing

With Love...Always,

Tess

Poetic Gestures

Ah, God, the Way Your Little Finger Moved

by Stephen Crane

Ah, god, the way your little finger moved

As you thrust a bare arm backward

And made play with your hair

And a comb a silly gilt comb

Ah, God⎯that I should suffer

Because of the way a little finger moved.

That's it for now.

Love,

Tess